The hero always wants to suck my spiritual power

Chapter 43 Borrowing Money
Bai Xiao looked at Yan Sushang in horror, then covered her head, and said in a weak tone: "I, I have a phobia of reading books, Yan Damei, I can't read books, I get a headache when I read books, ouch , Ouch, it hurts me to death."

"Then do you want me to press it for you?"

Yan Sushang looked at Bai Xiao's poor acting skills with a teasing smile, but to his surprise, Bai Xiao actually nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, my beauty. Come on."

Yan Sushang once again had a new understanding of her thick skin, walked directly behind her, gently supported her head, and glanced at the dying witch on the ground.

"Xiaoxiao, what are you going to do with this family?"

Bai Xiao didn't even bother to look at them and said directly: "Langzao, what should I do?"

I originally thought that someone broke into the Yang Ming Division, and this so-called Master Si Ming would choose to hide it in order to prevent others from knowing about it, and would find a way to cure his grandma, but I didn't expect that she would do whatever she said.

This male scumbag glanced at his mother, and their eyes turned red instantly, with tears in their eyes, and they spoke to Bai Xiao with painful expressions.

"Sir, please save my mother."

"Yes, please save my grandma, Lord Si Ming, please."

Bai Xiao heard their pleading and sneered: "She is not dead yet, but she is howling like this. What about those people who were killed by you and sacrificed by you? Their lives are not their lives. How dare you ask for help?" , if you were not prisoners of the Yang Ming Division and you fell into my hands like this, I could kill you eight hundred times a day and make you unable to survive or die. Snake wine, take me down, sew your mouth, and make you noisy to death. ”

She already had a headache, but now it's even worse. Yan Sushang didn't expect that Bai Xiao really had a headache. It seems that using a mortal body to use spells has no effect on her.

She Jiu heard Bai Xiao's words from the side, and immediately took them away, but still couldn't stop their mouths: "Master Si Ming, I know my grandma has done a lot of things that shouldn't be done, but she was forced to Yes, we can’t help ourselves.”

"Yes, Lord Siming, please spare our lives."

Bai Xiao had a splitting headache and didn't want to continue arguing with them. Otherwise, she would lose control of her temper and beat them to death.

Yan Sushang put his hand on Bai Xiao's head, and he could naturally feel the slight twitching of her meridians, and said softly to Snake Wine: "Take her down and sew her mouth shut first, they have disturbed Xiaoxiao."

"Yes, my lord."

Snake wine took the whole family down with the others. Bai Xiao slumped on the chair and said in a rare and serious voice: "This sentence is not in line with your character as a good person."

"Well, Xiaoxiao is more important."

Bai Xiao reluctantly opened his eyes and glanced at Yan Sushang: "My spiritual power is more important."

"Only when Xiaoxiao is around can you have spiritual power."

Shaking her head helplessly, Bai Xiao pointed to her aching head and asked him to continue pressing.

On the other side, after separation from Bai Yuetang and the others, Ouyang got into a taxi. The driver was a bald middle-aged man, about forty or fifty. After Ouyang got in the car, he told him the address, because this place was relatively close to his home. That’s why I thought of going home and taking a look.

After arriving at the location, Ouyang Gang wanted to give the money, but he heard the driver uncle who was very silent along the way say hoarsely: "Young man, can you lend me 50 yuan."

The driver's uncle's clothes and trousers were all white from the washing. I guess his family background is not very good. From the tone of his words, it seemed that he had been thinking for a long time before he couldn't help but speak. Ouyang wanted to transfer money to him, but he said: " Can I have cash?"

"Cash? Uncle, why do you need cash?"

"is it okay?"

Ouyang looked at his uncle's troubled expression and looked around, only to find that he only had one hundred dollar bills. His family was fairly well off, so the 100 yuan was nothing to him. If he could help others, it would be a good thing.

"Uncle, I only have one hundred, can I give it to you together with the fare?"

"Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome."

Ouyang was just about to hand over the money, but he heard the uncle say: "Young man, just put it on the seat."

Ouyang was a little puzzled, but he thought it was only 100 yuan, so he put the money on the chair, got out of the car and left. Although he thought it was a bit weird, he didn't take it to heart.

But just after he left, the uncle driver turned his head stiffly, and stretched out his black gloved hand to hold the one hundred yuan that Ouyang put down. Because he stretched out his hand, the clothes pulled up a little, exposing the skin on his wrist, black Blondon's, like a piece of coke.

"Finally borrowed, finally borrowed."

The uncle driver kept repeating this sentence until he drove away, but Ouyang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. As soon as he opened the access control gate of the community, the world suddenly spun and he fainted face down.

"Here, what should we do? Ayang is still so young."

"It's okay, don't worry, let's see what the doctor says first."

Ouyang seemed to hear his parents' voices in his daze, but he felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't open his eyes.

At night, in a daze, he seemed to see a vague figure, a black shadow standing in front of him and staring at him. Then it suddenly came behind him, hugged him, and stretched something out from behind him. In his own neck.

"Uh"

In a trance, his painful moans came out faintly. After his mother found out, she immediately called a doctor. Then he saw many doctors surrounding him, doing various examinations, drawing blood, and strapping many instruments to his body.

He was conscious, but couldn't wake up.

It was dawn, and when the dim light came in from the window, he suddenly remembered that Gui Yi had said when he taught them to meditate that although noon was the hottest day of the day, it was not suitable for practice. On the contrary, the dim light of the morning sun was the best way to ward off evil spirits. A good natural magic weapon is also the best supplement for practitioners.

Thinking of this, Ouyang gathered all his thoughts, calmed himself down, tried to recall everything Gui Yi had taught him, slowly gathered his breath, and broke through the confinement caused by the black shadow little by little.

Finally, after several hours of hard work, he reluctantly opened his eyes, looked at the side face of his mother next to him, and called weakly: "Mom."

"Ayang, you're awake, how do you feel now?"

"What's wrong with me?"

He didn't even remember that he had returned home. He seemed to have fainted in front of the gate of the community.

"You passed out outside the community. Fortunately, your sister just came back and met you, so we sent you to the hospital."

Ouyang just wanted to sit up with his body propped up, but accidentally saw his hands. His hands were full of wrinkles, and they felt like the hands of an old man.

"Mom, I, what's wrong with me?"

Ouyang's mother looked at her son with gray hair and the appearance of an old man, her eyes were red, but she still endured the pain in her heart and tried to calm herself down: "Don't worry, it will be fine, it will be fine."

(End of this chapter)